On Sally Quinn

This led me to — Jesus Christ — this, and this, and, finally, this, which I enjoyed reading because I’ve always liked Choire. Background on Sally Quinn here.

Part of me is laughing my head off at this whole thing, part of me is shaking my head at it, and part of me wishes I could get the last 15 minutes of my life back.

Snow

Jesus, it’s been snowing nonstop for more than 24 hours. There have been very light periods and pretty heavy periods, but precipitation has been falling since early Thursday morning.

I love falling snow. I admit that I might feel differently if I had to shovel it or drive in it, but living in a Manhattan apartment building I don’t have to deal with any of that, and since I can telecommute I can stay at home and watch it through the windowpane. The only difficulty is when you’re outside and you have to try stepping on or off a curb without plunging your feet into a few inches of liquidy slush, but that’s not so bad.

I think I like falling snow for the same reason I love autumn leaves: it’s so fleeting.